How does one torture another person? For Vincent, it was to trap her in a loveless marriage and fill her days with endless humiliation and misery. He was convinced that the treacherous Kaitlin deserved it all, and never regretted his actions-until he was standing before her grave. Kaitlin was twenty years old when she fell in love with Vincent. She spent the next three years as his humble and docile wife, helping him rise to glory while enduring his ruthless spite. "Love?" he sneered at her during her final moments. "There was never any love between us." How does one destroy another person? For Kaitlin, it was to make him realize that he had wrought tragedy upon himself. When Vincent learned the truth about what he always longed for, he had already ruined it with his own hands.
Vincent Roberts arrived home just as I had hung up the phone.
Seconds later, there was a gentle knock at the door.
It was the housekeeper, Janice Simpson.
She said, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Robert is home."
Coming back to my senses, I stood up, wiped the tears from my face, and said, "Thank you."
As I was about to leave the room, she abruptly said, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Robert has..."
She stopped mid-sentence and offered me a sympathetic look.
I smiled at her but averted my eyes.
As expected, I heard a woman's unabashed, charming laughter when I opened the door of Vincent's room.
Based on the sounds they were making, I could tell that they were having sex.
Standing at the door, I observed the scattered clothes on the floor.
Some of the clothes belonged to Vincent, as he favored wearing suits to display his affluence and authority.
The rest of the clothes were a one-piece dress and black lace underwear, which exuded a seductive aura.
Vincent had a penchant for attractive, alluring women who could easily captivate men's attention.
Unfortunately, he found me uninteresting and lackluster, as I had nothing to offer apart from having a wealthy father- which at the time was not the case.
I quietly closed the door and waited outside the room. Two hours later, the sounds ceased, signaling the end of their romance.
Swiftly, I straightened my attire, approached the door, and gently knocked on the door.
Vincent's lazy voice said, "Come in."
I could sense that he was in high spirits.
As long as he didn't lay eyes on me, his mood remained pleasant.
However, I had to disrupt his joyous moment by entering the room.
The bedroom was in disarray, permeated with the scent of cigarettes.
Vincent lay on the bed, the sheets draped over his waist.
He held a beautiful woman with flowing hair. Her skin was delicate and her arms were slender. There was a vivid, lifelike green peafowl tattoo on her back.
Upon my entrance, she smiled as she placed a lit cigarette between Vincent's lips.
Vincent turned his head, squinting through the smoke, and stared at me coldly.
"Darling..." It was the first time in my existence that I sought help, and I had to beg Vincent. "I need your help. My father's company is facing some problems."
Vincent shut his eyes, offering no words in response.
The woman directed a disdainful gaze my way, her charming eyes revealing her contempt.
Undeterred, I pressed on, explaining, "My father requires a cash flow of five hundred million dollars. I know that you have the means to provide it. Of course, we will utilize your money and compensate you with interest... You know we don't go back on our words. Throughout the years, my family has treated you with utmost respect."
Despite the adversities that plagued Vincent's company and our subsequent marriage, my father consistently made efforts to help him.
"Get out!" Vincent spoke finally.
But I couldn't simply leave.
I persisted, pleading, "Darling, please. My father is currently in the hospital. If even you refuse to aid him, I..."
As I spoke, he abruptly grabbed the crystal ashtray from the bedside table and hurled it at me.
I was utterly taken aback. The ashtray narrowly missed my ear, producing a resounding crash as it collided with the door behind me.
I trembled, gazing at him in disbelief.
Vincent opened his eyes and looked at me with a blank expression.
"Get out!" he repeated.
I held my breath.
After a while, I clenched my teeth and sank to my knees.
"Darling..." I found myself uttering words I had never spoken before. "You know that over the past three years, I have never wronged you. I've refrained from making any demands or requests of you. We kindly ask for your help, and rest assured, we will promptly reimburse you for any funds. In the event of smooth company operations, we will expediently refund both the principal and the interest owed to you."
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?